The Dogs perspective July 29th 2015

The Dogs perspective July 29^th 2015

My perspective:

                Two days earlier…Ouch! Son-of –a–bucket that hurt! You bit me! Stupid hornet. Die! I stomp you to death! My knee is swelling up. It burns. Ouch. Ice, Benadryl, ibuprofen…red, puffy, swollen, achy, knee for a day and a half all because of one hornet sting in the garage.

Today…

The Dogs Perspective:

                BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK!

My perspective:

                Storm, knock it off! We’ll go out as soon as I get the groceries put away.

The Dogs Perspective:

                BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK!

                Translation: Stupid human! Don’t you get it? HELP! I’m in trouble here. There’s a squadron of yellow and black stingy things attacking me! Help! Help me please! NOW!!

My perspective:

                Storm, knock it off! Just a minute baby.

The Dogs Perspective:

                BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK!

                Translation: Now mommy, now! Please help me. They’re hurting me. If dogs could cry I would be bawling my head off. Help me mommy, help me….please…

My perspective:

                What is it baby? Oh, my goodness! Come here baby, let’s get you out of there. I can’t believe it there’s a hornet’s nest in your doggie door. Poor baby. Come here honey dog. I don’t see any parts of you that are swelling.

                Calling the vet…”Yes, I am not sure if she was stung or not there was just a swarm following her.”

                Veterinary technician replies, “Just give her some Benadryl and watch her tongue and lips for swelling.”

                I look at Storm, saying, “Poor baby, Mommy’s sorry she didn’t come sooner. I’ll make them pay.” I add as I go to the shop to get the hornet spray.

The Dogs Perspective:

                “You’d better be sorry. I was being eaten alive out there and you were yelling at me to be quiet. I know I bark at everything but this time it was really serious. I promise I won’t bark again until it’s important or until a leaf blows by, or there is a squirrel…Thanks for the little pieces of chicken by the way. They were good, but a little crunchier than usual are you sure they were just chicken?